Two miles from my door is a *violin repair and sales* shop. I found a time warp to slip into.

You can't possibly imagine how nice it is to cruise down a 2-lane city street, framed by colorful fall trees and blue-gray skies, beautiful well-kept houses on smallish, trim lawns, and pass by a violin shop instead of Transmission Memorial Square and the Museum of Fast Food, directly across the 10-lane from WalCorp International Airport.